Money

"Look around the world: how stupidly people live. There is the merchant. Has that man a perfect self-consciousness when he spends his whole life weighing by the pound, or by the litre, or by the kilogram, from morning till night, from New Year to New Year! Is that why you came to the Earth? Does it satisfy him? Can fate pay him in money for this lost life? Look at the lawyer. What a job it is, always running around to court, scribbling at home, digging up law books, all for silly cases that are each other's cases. If a lawyer would write down all the thoughts that went through his mind from morning till night, he'd see that his skull was a garbage can. It fills up and empties out, leaving him with nothing but the grease that's been deposited on its sides. Is that worth being born for?"